Pearls of An Old Voice
She cannot hear well, and passing age took a heavy toll
She was older than my mother, I felt a much-needed call.
She was talking in a softer tone, could not hear so many things
I would never be able to let her know the joy that her voice brings.
With her words I was breathing in time, sensing the pulse of mine
Never was a prolific narrator, just saw the childhood colors to shine.
I was holding the phone, for hearing her voice for much longer a time
With her softer words, I was coming home, with all my peaceful chime.
“Keep my little ones in prayers” I wanted to hug her for one last time.
“Come home, when all is well,” A delicate tone touched through the line!
With her pure voice, I felt the time was weaving a string,of pearls and gems
Pearls of that old voice were telling me for cherishing those without a frame.
8-18-2019
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